Its my ambition to regulate inhibition Its caused by a condition in which I am remitting all form of lower senses My grip on the emotional state Withers away much like a war of attrition And I feel as if I'm missing the proper competition That would cause the repetition of the growth of ammunition But still Im just condensing all my old superstition Into words linked together would form a mighty apparition And I'm fishing For the proper response that would gather riches Without gathering stitches from the b**hes who are itching to Argue-and-fight My mission is right Technician of light Magician of might Becomes brunswick emcee Intent and decree State my words in degrees Of number thirty three I think i'm Lovecraft H.P Miskatonic Emcee Bending reality I've come across the insanity Took a trip into eternal night State the cost and i'll pay the price Into the abyss my mind was amiss Innocent I was not home in the conventional sense State of mind I saw the color of time And In the middle of all there was Transmission of a message divine It was Love reaching out from within and without Reminding me to love everyone As if we were all one One mind One heart One soul Just fragments of the whole Different perspectives, observing itself We're all connected And what you do truly comes back to you Shadows jumping Finding nothing But our fears